THE LAST FRONTIER

 
            The Last Frontier is where we meet our end,
            The end, at least, of what we know is so,
            For where we go around our earthly bend
            It’s said we may ascend or go below.

            It’s also said we go nowhere at all:
            That all we are evaporates like breath
            And nothing animate survives our fall,
            That nothing is more absolute than death.

            But then another view has long held sway
            Assuring us our souls will never die
            But reincarnate in a new array,
            Beginning a fresh venture by and by.

                 The evidence of this, though oft denied,
                 Suffices to ensure our souls abide.

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